Day Two

Ugh, I'm annoyed. Today, D. and I banged out (pun intended) two more positions. But the results weren't so great.

I went out last night and met up with D. and his friends, stayed out late, and crashed at his house, too exhausted to do anything but sleep, spooning. (And by the way, that is by far my favorite sleeping position.) I woke up before him and stole a move from the Cosmo playbook—getting D. up by uh…getting him up. When we started this challenge, D.'s concern was that 77 positions in 77 days would turn into 0 acts of oral sex. My wake up treat definitely appeased his fears.

Two hours and a few pancakes later, we were back in his bedroom. D.'s roommate is away for the week, which means we can make every little activity racy (topless cooking, anyone?) and keep ourselves in a constantly sexed up state of mind.

I had already chosen the Straddle His Saddle without consulting D. I decided that if we browsed the book or went online every time we were about to have sex, it would kill the spontaneity. At least this way, it would seem spontaneous.

We started in girl on top then I grabbed D.'s shoulders to pull him up into sitting position. Just like The Python, our faces were really close together, which made it very intimate. Sigh. This kind of close-sex always makes me feel a little mushy. I'm not usually the type to say I love you mid-sex, but I kinda got the urge. Before I could get the words out though, D. flipped me over and suddenly we were doing it doggy-style.

There's something about being "put" in a new sex position without warning that makes me think of a guy ordering for me at a restaurant. Part of me thinks, Did you really have to do that? But another part of me thinks, Hey, just go with it.

So I went with it. A minute in, D. told me to prop myself up on my arms. (I found out later that he'd also already chosen a sex position of the day—the G-Spot Jiggy—and wanted to make it seem spontaneous.) It definitely felt good and I noticed more penetration than usual. But something about having my I love you moment cut short really threw me off and D. finished before I was even close.

And within 30 seconds—no exaggeration—he was asleep. And I'm…well, unsatisfied. Trying not to be annoyed at D., but it's really difficult. Come on, two orgasms to one? Unfair!